Disney

As a child I had full rights to watch a Disney movie repetitively, non-stop, night and day, to the insanity of my mother (though I don't think that I ever was such a child, I rather played outside).  Now, as an adult, it would appear that the liberty to enjoy a good animated movie is no longer mine.  The ticket to Pixar's latest blockbuster hit really belongs to the children, and my ticket in is the child.  Can I reasonably view Cinderella with out my little Gracie, or can I lounge around on a Sunday afternoon watching Car's without my little James?  Yet I have no ticket, I have no child.  Those adults who are wise are able to enjoy their second childhood as fully as their first, as they discover the world with their children.  Sometime when I walk the halls of the children's hospital, overhearing the latest children's movies, I'm tempted to secretly return to my childhood, and rent Disney's latest and watch it all by myself.